Unseen Victim ~ poetry by Leesa Love

The prison wife is the unseen victim.

She can barely lift her head
From the depths of the sorrow
The chill and darkness of today
Drown out the dreams of tomorrow

There seems no escape
From this whirling magnitude of pain
Suffering like that of a hangover
As her tears fall like rain
Her heart beats out of rhythm
She can’t outrun the painful rhyme


She can’t turn back the moment
And she can barely lift her head
As she lay broken at the scene of the crime

©2019leesalove


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